Ever had one of those days where you've popped awake, looked at the clock, and realized you've slept through your alarm and have woken up 30 minutes late? Have you then, groggily, run around the house trying to get ready--all the while cursing the extremely short weekend and the lack of motivation that left you with no clean clothes to wear to work? And THEN (with an intense feeling of stress) have you quickly done most of your make-up, gotten half dressed in whatever clothes you could find, grabbed your cell phone that you left charging in the other room, glanced at it...
and suddenly come to the realization that it's Sunday morning, not Monday morning?
And then of course, have you quietly crawled back into bed (where your husband is still blissfully snoring) and tried really hard to pretend that you've been sleeping the whole time while you wait for your alarm to ACTUALLY go off in an hour for church?
Yeah...
Me neither...
and suddenly come to the realization that it's Sunday morning, not Monday morning?
And then of course, have you quietly crawled back into bed (where your husband is still blissfully snoring) and tried really hard to pretend that you've been sleeping the whole time while you wait for your alarm to ACTUALLY go off in an hour for church?
Yeah...
Me neither...
I love you dearly. I do this, but only in the middle of the night and then I'm like...eff... now I gotta figure out how to get back to sleep!
ReplyDeleteYou are a liar Socorro.
ReplyDeleteLol, thank you for pointing that out Karl, no one was supposed to know!
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